Attempt To Cheer and Rally Sagging Spirits of Karen Windle

Before golden opportunity (goes no argh hue mint the way of Long John Silver) doth fade and dwindle not necessarily cuz the missus did (NOT) bribe and swindle an ambition (for nor rhyme nor reason) arose to kindle... Affectionate communication employing (figurative) gambol probably testing your patience to decrypt me trademark ramble essential crux of matter after ye prune thorny verbiage, metaphorical berry good bramble. Methinks yar psyche slid into funk cuz usual upbeat gregarious disposition of late (June 26th, 2020) analogous to reclusive monk whose nonverbal body language shrieks "LEAVE ME THE ƒµ©* ALONE" lest recipient (in this case yours truly) receives judicious suckerpunch finding him landing - ouch on his buttucks - kerplunk! Nevertheless as one mister misanthrope to another who could pretend cavorting as asinine make bull heave brother, (or undergoing extreme makeover, and stretching imagination voila one garden variety generic beastie boy rendered into... yup, your grandmother. Hoop fully no unpleasant memory doth suddenly unfold linkedin to said very old boot (moost likely) long deceased family member turned to dust commingled with auld Lang syne amidst weathered tombstones, markedly intact skeletons absent any flesh o'the rear some etched with hands folded in prayer mausoleum enshrining even in death near (think grim reaper kingly leer) still provoking jeer profligate (yet prolific) paperback writer heir housing generations ghostly forebear comprising your family tree, once... dear father, mother, sister, brother, et cetera who profusely guzzled beer. No intent to induce fury if playful banter loosed psychological trip wire merely harmless ambition to deliver mirth lobs strike out as decided by just now summoned umpire on the ball punning away without tire greatly flattered if literary antics inspire ye to pen memoirs, which become New York Times bestseller, thus countless clamoring demands to serve as ghostwriter hire prompt ye with fame and fortune before thee doth exhale last breath and expire when moments prior, I while impersonating a squire wished ye a cheery bon voyage.